Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from the UAE and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Cramps to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All Toni Rubio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
The Mojo Men,
Thee Headcoats,
Dual Sessions,
Gang Starr,
Electric Prunes,
Magma,
Sarah Menescal,
Technova,
Boredoms,
The Happenings,
Public Image Ltd.,
Nation of Ulysses,
Can,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Martian,
The Offenders,
The Invisible,
Wings,
Sexual Harrassment,
Henry Cow,
Porter Ricks,
Terrestrial Tones,
Carl Craig,
DJ Style,
David McCallum,
Rufus Thomas,
Vladislav Delay,
Bang On A Can,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
D'Angelo,
Mr. Review,
The Evens,
Spandau Ballet,
Fatback Band,
Eric Dolphy,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Smoke,
Bob Dylan,
Pharoah Sanders,
Joe Smooth,
The Beau Brummels,
Nico,
Crime,
The Blackbyrds,
Rakim,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Toasters,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Negative Approach,
Warren Ellis,
Ituana,
Harmonia,
The Young Rascals,
L. Decosne,
Faust,
Junior Murvin,
Bill Near,
LL Cool J,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.